The ev'nin' light was growin' dim;
An' down I sat 'longside uv 'im,
An' done some dreamin' too.
I dreams uv war; an' wot is paid
By blokes that went an' blokes that stayed.

I dreams uv honour an' reward,
An' 'ow to pay a debt.
For partin' cash, an' buyin' farms,
An' fittin' chaps with legs an' arms
Ain't all--there's somethin' yet.
There's still a solid balance due;
An' now it's up to me an' you.

There's men I know ain't yet woke up,
Or reckernized that debt--
Proud men 'oo wouldn't take yeh down
Or owe their grocer 'arf-a-crown--
They ain't considered, yet,
There's somethin' owin'--to the dead,
An' Diggers live for more than bread.

"_We_ learnt wot mateship was," 'e sez.
"Us Diggers found the good
That's hid away somewhere in chaps,
An' ain't searched for enough, per'aps,
Or prized, or understood.
But all this game uv grab an' greed
An' silly 'ate--Why, where's the need?"